Well, here we go, another chapter, to be honest, I've been trying to write more stuff for Endless Possibilities, but honestly Im so tired of that story, its getting boring to write. So I've been taking a long hiatus from that. Right now, trying to write more for Screaming Eagle, but the issue with that is I started it when I was still super hooah about the army. Now that I've been a bit longer, its like 'Ugh, fucking new guy motivation pisses me off.'

On top of that, apparently my Chain of command in its INFINITE wisdom, decided we're going to do a 12 mile ruck march, two days before the field, and about a week before a 22 mile ruck march...doesn't make sense does it?

Winters POV

"But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die."Winter woke up as she heard music playing and realized Jem must have been cooking breakfast.

Things had gone back to normal after she had gotten the image of Jem's naked body out of her head, she was thankful she didn't see the more intimate parts of him. But still she couldn't believe she had actually found him attractive. She admitted he was decent looking in the face for a man, the beard really helped a lot, she had seen a picture of him when he was clean shaven, and she frankly wasn't a fan. That being said it had been an awkward night for a bit, she had dreams about the countess and the farmer, but she was replaced with the counttess and Jem had been replaced with the Farmer. Needless to say she woke up screaming in disgust. In which case, Jem got pissed and threw a pillow at her for interrupting his sleep.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she was glad that his naked body wasn't weighing too much on her, at this point she had begrudingly admitted that he took exercise seriously, even if his diet consisted of an unhealthy amount of bacon and eggs for breakfast. Stretching her arms out from her makeshift twin size bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she put on a plain white t shirt she had stolen from Jem, she had to end up borrowing some of his clothes because when last time they went shopping he was certain she tried to make him go broke. So he only bought her three outfits, and the rest she had to borrow.

She went to a drawer and picked out some knee high socks as well as a pair of skinny jeans. Putting it all on, she figured she was decent enough to be seen in the morning.

Only to walk into the kitchen area and see Jem cooking with his shirt off, in ranger panties and a MAGA hat.

"JEM!" She yelled as she turned around embarrassed to see him like that.

"What?" He said not seeing the problem.

"Could you put some more clothes on?!" She said blushing as she remembered the dreams she had last night.

"Geez, hang on." He said as he walked over to his clothes pile and bent over to grab some shirts.

SHe had turned around slightly only to see what he was doing, and immediately turned back around.

SNIFF

"Dirty."

SNIFF

"Dirty."

SNIFF

"Here we go, its clean."

She was horrified as she realized what he was doing.

"Did you seriously just sniff your clothes to see if they were clean?"

"Well yeah, I don't want to smell like sweaty nutsack."

"LANGUAGE!"

"1st Amendment." He said as she rolled her eyes.

She completely forgot he was like this.

"Have you no sense of decency?"

"Of course I do, but considering I cook you breakfast, shelter you, you don't pay rent, and I've also been paying for your expensive shakes at smoothie king, I think I've earned the right to dress how I want in my own house!"

"Its a motorhome."

"The point still stands!" He said as Winter groaned.

"Fine! But at least keep a shirt on!" Jem shrugged and figured that was reasonable.

They ate breakfast rather quietly, Jem was reading 'Alexander, God of War' while drinking his coffee. And Winter while tempted to read more of the countess and the farmer had settled for reading a bit from the count of monte cristo. Last thing she needed to be doing was reading an erotic novel when he was around, that would be too awkward, especially after the dream she had last night. She looked over at him, just not caring about anything, and not knowing just how much he bothered her last night. Not that she would EVER let him know, because she got the feeling he would be a smart ass about it, and that pissed her off.

"Hey, want my sausage?" That knocked her out of her thougths.

"WHAT?!" She blushed in embarassment as she looked up.

Only to see he was holding a sausage out with his fork.

"My sausage, I made a bit too many, and you look like you could use a bit more sausage." He said pointing to her plate which didn't have nearly enough food.

"...I'm fine thank you." She said ignoring the obvious innuendo he didn't even realize he was teasing her with.

"Suit yourself, how about some nuts?" She choked on her coffee.

"Excuse me?!" She looked up again only to see him offering her a bowl of mixed nuts.

"You know, some nuts." Okay, he had to be doing this on purpose!

"I'm fine, again, thank you for offering."

He shrugged his shoulders as he put the nuts down. She decided to just relax, he obviously didn't know what he was doing, and its not like he could say anything worse.

"Damn, look, a pair of great tits." Now that pissed her off.

"EXCUSE ME?!" She said folding her arms across her chest as glared at him as he was staring out the window.

"I'm a lady and will not tolerate this kind of vulga-" She noticed he wasn't even looking at her, nor did he seem to be paying attention.

"Hm? Oh sorry, you say something?" He said as he looked back and noticed she seemed pissed.

She just glared at him in response.

"What? I was just looking at the pair of great tits outside the window." He said pointing to a tree outside.

Confused but still angry, Winter looked outside, only to see Jem pointed out at two birds.

"See? Two great tits, which is funny because you don't usually see those over here in the US, at least not naturally anyways." Winter wanted to deadpan and slap him at the same time.

That was three innuendos in one conversation, and yet none of them were actually sexual in nature. More importantly, whose bright idea was it to name a bird a great tit? She was starting to wonder if most of the scientists in charge of naming animals in this world were smoking crack.

"Ah look at that cute little ass." She whipped her head to look at Jem knowing that she had to have caught him this time.

She had been bending over to look outside the window, there was no way he was getting away with it this time and-

"See?" He said as he pulled up a video of a baby donkey playing in a puddle.

"Its so cute!" He said as Winter again couldn't believe this was real.

In the words of Jem, it was almost like the gods were fucking with her. So she did the reasonable course of action, she threw on an a jacket, and she got ready to go for a walk.

"Where you going?" He asked as she looked back.

"I'm going for a walk!"

"Its like zero degrees out there."

"I don't care!" She yelled as she slammed the door.

"Geez, what got into her?" Jem asked as she seemed awfully bothered today.

Meanwhile at Melania's house

Melania woke up with a yawn. Last night had been fun, she had almost gotten a guy to wear the fur suit head she had, sadly he broke out of her house before she could go any further. She knew her tastes were unusual, but most of the guys she brought home ending up giving in too easily, and it kind of ruined the experience for her, this one however was different, he actively fought against her, and she had to admit, when she broke out of his restraints and threw her onto the bed so he could run away, she would be lying if she said she wasn't turned on.

Sure, he obviously wasn't a furry, and even seemed terrified of the idea of being one, but she smirked. Because she was certain if she had just ridden him like a horse all night, he would be wearing that wolf head no problem. Only issue was how to find him again? She chuckled as she felt a wetness overcome her.

"Hmmm, Jeremiah...well, I'll certainly have to keep an eye on you." Melania said as she would certainly have to keep tabs on him.

No matter what.

HE...WOULD...BE...HERS.